Another Friday night wasted: Realizing that my life is a disgrace. "You'll never change even if you wanted. You'll never account for anything.” I swear that's all you'd say.
I tried so hard to pull myself together And pick the pieces off of the ground. I never thought that a thousand miles away I could ever feel the same, but I can and I will.
I lie awake almost every night, It's like nothing has changed since Milwaukee. I'm so sick of this progression; I'm a walking contradiction.
And I will…
I thought things would get better, But I shouldn't plan for anything but the worst Since history likes to repeat itself. I always "try so hard.” What does that actually mean? Because everything stays the same No matter how far away I stray from my home and my friends from everything and everyone I love.
I'm so alone; I'm so afraid of everything that could possibly go wrong.
What the fuck am I doing here, am I doing with my life? I can hardly stand it anymore. I can hardly stand it anymore.